Ruthlessness

When it comes to decluttering and reducing the volume of accumulated stuff we have gathered, I wish I could be more ruthless. On the hoarding spectrum, I guess I have a little bit of a problem because I find it pretty hard to throw things away.

In the last two days, we have had a new gas boiler fitted along with some new pipe work. Mostly this has happened in what I call "the underhouse" where I once imprisoned several parking enforcement officers. 

The underhouse is a place for tools, wood, cans of paint, garden tools, jars, old books and papers and rolls of carpet. It's a bit like the anti-Aladdin's Cave.  No treasure down there, just a mass of jumbly junk including things that our two grown up children dumped on us. I had to move it all aside so that the central heating fellows - Andy and Brett could do their work.

I came across an old folder containing the programme shown at the top. I brought it back from the Isle of Wight Festival in 1970 - over fifty years ago. How could I possibly throw that away?

Below you can see who played on the last night of the festival. What a line up! The Moody Blues, Jethro Tull, Joan Baez, Richie Havens, Jimi Hendrix and then greeting the dawn it was Leonard Cohen. Bloody brilliant!

Below,  inner pages from  the programme - recognising two of the festival's top acts.

The festival took place at East Afton Farm near Freshwater and I also have a copy of "The Evening Standard" from that weekend. There's Joan Baez on the front page:-

And inside the tabloid newspaper there was an aerial photo of the festival site. An estimated 600,000 people were in attendance. Many more than attended the famous Woodstock Festival of the previous year. Can you see me? I am quite near the stage - about seventy people to the right.

Okay. I guess I will keep saving this particular memorabilia but next time I descend to the underhouse I really must find stuff to throw out. As I said before,  I need  to be more ruthless. Like Attila the Hun. I bet he didn't surround himself with junk.

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A Quiet Place II

 

Finally , an evening trip to the cinema ! 

I met up with friend Colin for supper PRE CINEMA ! which was a real treat in itself and we sat in a restaurant outside, on a picturesque Chester street, eating pizza as if on holiday .

The film, too was a treat as unlike most sequels it holds its own against film no 1 which monopolised the silent linch pin horror genre.

Director, hunk of spunk  and star of film number one John Kraninski stars in a short, action based catch up sequence which sets up the film in true crank-it-up-a-notch style as the audience gets to see just how the Abbott family first comes to grips with the aliens who only hunt by sound.

The narrative then switches to a more industrial backdrop as mom ( Emily Blunt ) siblings Marcus and Reagan ( Millicent Simmonds & Noah Jupe) and the baby in the suitcase try to illicit the help of a shocked survivor Emmett ( Cillian Murphy) to help them find safety.

Wisely Kraninski gives the film several directorial twists to stop reinventing the wheel. 

He cranks up the tension in several narrative branches at once, flitting from one to the other with confidence without ever losing out on the pressure and intensity of story.

He also shys away from letting his wife dominate the action as a sort of Ripley in Aliens character , enabling  the two elder children take the lead as unlikely heroes of this dangerous new world.

Millicent Simmonds, as the deaf, serious faced, slightly lumpy but bright as a button daughter shines in thus movie and will I am sure provide all teenagers watching, regardless of gender,  with a new age role model .

If you want to sit through a well crafted , thriller with heart and intelligence  you can’t go far wrong with A Quiet Place II 

It’s great fun

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Wild Flowers

I’ve slept a lot of the day , apart from walking the girls twice and collecting wild flowers from my field.

Years ago I made sure there was a wild border of flowers amidst the animals and without the chickens they have eventually flourished 

I collected flowers today before venturing off to Chester for cinema and supper.

 

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👍🏻

 Sweat girl

Feels so good

You won’t 

Regret it

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More

Two blogposts for the price of one. True Yorkshiremen and women always want value for money. Thus we return to Tuesday's walking territory. Take two. Here are six more pictures with brief commentaries.

Above: Can you see the name of the cobbled path in Broadbottom? It's called Gibble Gabble - surely one of the most unusual names for a path or lane in all of England.

Below: The site of a Roman fort known as either Melandra Castle or Ardotalia. Its initial construction commenced in 78AD and the strategically important fort remained in  use for a further hundred years protecting the Pennine track that leads east to The Hope Valley.

Above: Nineteenth century dye vats near the River Etherow - associated with the booming cotton industry and the great cotton mill at Broadbottom  - later demolished. In its heyday it employed up to 1500 workers.

Below: On Hague Road near Pear Tree Farm. It was like emerging from a tunnel into the light as I pressed on to Melandra Castle near the social housing estate at Gamesley.

Above: A secret door by the cobbled lane that leads up to Mottram's parish church. The stone plaque above the door bears the date - 1769.

Below: Just after I crossed the  railway west of Broadbottom, I spotted this bench as I headed down to Hodgefold. Arresting me, it seemed simply beautiful, caught as it was  in that glorious June sunshine in the middle of  The North of England. Who would not want to sit there for a while, contemplating this curious life?

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